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Dark, comforting silence surrounded him. He had no idea why, but it was so soothing. He knew that it had been like this for a long time, and that it must've been different in the past, and yet he didn't want this state to ever be over. But the longer he lay like this, the clearer he heard a voice.
Very faint, in the distance at first, and he exerted himself to understand it. The more he listened, harkened unto it, the clearer and louder the voice got. Soon he noticed that it didn't say anything, but that it was crying.
The voice sobbed in an uncontrolled manner and finally he realised who it was crying like that: It was Ken.
If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was when Ken was crying, so he opened his eyes to see what he could do about it. Tired, the eyelids fluttered and painstakingly pushed open and glaring brightness, unusually blinding, took hold of him. Carefully he turned his head and there was Ken – next to him at the bed, and wept.
He wanted to turn to him, from his back to the side, but something held him back, as if he was bound.
It pulled uncomfortably at his arm and he turned slower than he wanted, during which something gave in and, with a small pricking, slipped out of his hand. Freed, he fully turned and brought forth a croaked “Why are you crying?” Suddenly he felt as if he hadn't had something to drink for a long time.
Kens sobbing abruptly ended and his head, which had been resting on the covers, started up. Close to his face it came to a halt. “Daisuke?” ‘Ah, we're on first-names’, Daisuke thought to himself, ‘that's a good sign, it means I can't have done something stupid.’ “Where are we here?” Only now did he notice how sterile the room in the twilight was. It seemed to be nighttime, and the bright light that he first had thought to be so blinding, was just a dimly glowing bedside lamp. But Kens eyes shone all the more.
“Finally you're awake! I was afraid you would die! I thought you were dying!” Again he bursted into tears, but this time he threw himself into Daisukes arms while doing so.
To Daisuke, everything seemed unreal, his perception was clouded like through a haze and his thoughts came and went as if in slow motion. “Dying? Why.... Are we in a hospital?” Again no answer.
Ken weeped noisily, hands buried in his pajamas. In doing so, he was clinging to him in such a strangely tilted way!
Daisuke wanted to wrap his left arm around Ken, to adjust him a bit, but as soon as he moved it, a sharp pain stabbed him. It was only then, that he noticed the thick bandage around his shoulder and upper arm. Even his left chest seemed to be bandaged. ‘The thing leaving my hand must have been an infusion needle ’, it popped into his head. The thoughts became clearer. “Was I in a coma? We fought, right?...Against Alphamon?” Slowly, bits of memory came back to him. Ken continued sobbing, but nodded.
“Stop crying!” He tried letting his scraping, weak voice sound firm: “I can't stand this, I am not dead!” That helped.
His counterpart apparently bucked up. The handsome face with the dark, worried, and now tearful, eyes appeared back in his field of view and Daisuke had to smile, because he still found him beautiful. The pale skin was even paler, under the eyes were dark circles, the hair looked unwashed and tousled, but Ken was still handsome to him.
Ken looked at him as if he wasn't real. It seemed that he really hadn't expected to see him awake ever again.
Then he groped for Daisukes right hand, grasped it in an almost vice-like grip and pressed a kiss on his mouth. Daisukes tired eyes widened. That came unexpected!
“What did I do to deserve this?” he whispered strained but grinning, when Ken let him go.
“Gomen, Daisuke.... I promised myself that I tell you, if you ever gain conciousness again... Aishiteru yo.”
That sounded very honest but also subdued. Daisuke smiled: “Okay... I think I'm still dreaming. Can you do that thing with the kiss again?”
Ken looked at him with so many feelings in his eyes, that he could only guess, what he was thinking. It looked like a mixture of disbelief, joy, relief and love. Especially love.
Then he felt Kens lips on his own once more. Firmer this time and longer lasting. He was trying hard to wrap his left arm around Kens upper body, as his right arm was already doing, but he didn't succeed. He could only kiss back and hope, that Ken wouldn't pull away yet. Instead, his own upper body gave in and he landed - plop! - on the matress, his head on the pillow.
“Shit, I can't hold myself up”, he grumbled while Ken only chuckled. “You were unconcious for several weeks, you don't have any strenght left”, he finally explained.
He made moves to crawl into the hospital bed with him, but Daisuke held him back: “Wait. I am terribly thirsty, can you get me something?” Ken could. On the table in the middle of the room was a bottle of water which he brought over and Daisuke emptied almost the whole bottle in one gulp. Then he lifted the covers: “Come!”
His friend hurried to comply with the request. He carefully pushed close to Daisuke without touching the bandages on his left side, wrapped his arms around him and slid his own legs between the ones of Daisuke, who blushed a dark red.
Maybe just a dream after all? Pretty sure even! Hadn't Ken always been so shy and tentative?
He had tried for years to gather enough courage to confess his love to Ken and now Ken beat him to it?
Maybe he still lay in a coma and dreamed unreasonable stuff.
A kiss on his lips disrupted him. “What are you thinking about?” Ken wanted to know, his face just centimeters from Daisukes. “That this has to be a dream.” Daisuke suddenly had to take a deep breath. Did he have to cry now?
“Do you love me?” “For so long.... I wanted to tell you, but I....” he broke off. Ken smiled at him: “Say it now!”
“I love you.” He was surprised how easy it suddenly was.
The following kisses were dashing, assertive, became french kisses. Daisuke no longer felt dazed and weak, he was electrified! Wide-awake, he felt everything. The fingers on his cold skin, the soft lips on his own, the other tongue in his mouth, the knee between his thighs. They loved each other long-lasting and hard, as good as possible with the wound on his arm and on his chest. Eventually, a great tiredness and weakness overpowered him once more.
He felt Ken in his arms become slack and barely noticed gliding back into the soothing, dark silence.
But this time, he wasn't alone in the darkness. Inside his chest he felt a second heart beat again, just like during their first Jogress-Shinka. He clearly sensed Ken with him and happily slid over into dreamland.
Owari